Often times the weight is too much.
Stand alone and be forgotten.
Well, that seems personal and rotten,
how state of mind can be our crutch.
Walk outside our comfort zone
anxiety driven, we are human,
lives lived well some quiet omen
they say when seeds are sown.
Remember when play as a child
we could the hours of our time
dreams and fantasy, such rhyme
lose ourselves living in the wild.
With the world around us
we weren’t afraid of anything
sweet longing for trust …
create a shelter for wanting.
Now tonight the sky is blue
with no sign of distress,
the only chance for duress
exists in heads, me and you.
If just once, day be night
and night be another song
when all of us do belong
quiet meditation might
offer us some silent release,
an element of finding peace.
© Scott F Savage 9/2021
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